Wild Fire: Moon Shadows

by xxdeletexx

This is the first book in the series. A large band of rogues take over the Clans, putting them in eternal depression. It is up to the Five Chosen to save them all, but will they fail? What will become of the Clans that once lived in the Warrior Code? All they have is hope, and all they can do is pray to StarClan that they'll survive. Rated T just to be safe. PLEASE REVIEW!

1. Prologue

Prologue

"Let the Gathering begin!" Yowled Foreststar, leader of ThunderClan.

"ThunderClan is thriving, and we have two new warriors, Kestrelpelt and Tendrilfrost." He mewed.

"Kestrelpelt! Tendrilfrost!" The Clans cheered the new warriors' names.

Foreststar nodded to Waterstar, leader of RiverClan.

"All is well in RiverClan, and we have seen rogues prowling around, but they've done no harm yet." She meowed.

"Clan cats!" A deep voice echoed across the Gathering Island.

The Clan cats turned their heads. And there, stood a dark red tabby tom with a long scar on his left flank. Dozens of cats stood behind him, smirking and growling.

"You have one moon to give me all your territories, or else you shall all die!" He hissed.

"My name, is Scar." He meowed, his mouth curving into a smile.

"You will not have our homes! We've lived in the Lake Territories for countless seasons! We challenge you to a battle tomorrow at sunhigh! We will win!" Vixenstar, the ShadowClan leader, spat, her pelt bristling.

Scar laughed, and the rest of his cats joined in.

"We'll see about that." Purred a dark tabby she-cat, a soft growl rising in the back of her throat.

"StarClan will not let us lose. Think of all those seasons ago when the Clans won the battle against the Dark Forest!" Harestar, WindClan's leader, meowed, his tone confident.

"Well, we'll be on our way now, and have fun dying!" Teased the dark tabby she-cat, her piercing blue gaze sparkling with humor and determination.

"Let's go, Feather!" Scar mewed. And with a lash of his tail, he and his cats pelted onto the fallen tree and into the woods.

"Harestar, will we really be able to beat them?" A WindClan she-cat asked.

"Yes, we will, Featherfall. StarClan will not let us fail. Our warrior ancestors have never let us down." Harestar replied, his tone brisk and deep.

Featherfall nodded, her amber eyes sparking with worry and discomfort.

"Be prepared, Clan cats." Scar mewed, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"And may your precious 'StarClan' save your souls."